Who: Miley Stewart (as Hannah Montana), an NPC!Vampire and OTA When: August 7, 11:30 pm Where: Downtown What: Miley's arrival, being convinced she's been Punk'd, only to be attacked by a vampire Status: COMPLETE Rating: PG
"THANK YOU EVERYBODY, I LOVE YOU!" Miley Stewart screamed into a microphone. The crowd she had just performed for her was still screaming her name, at least her stage name. Still, it felt good, no amazing. "GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!"
Miley did one final wave, blew a kiss and rushed off the stage. Half an hour later, she was sitting in her limo with her father and best friend, Lilly. The two friends talked the entire way home, convincing Miley's father Robby, he'd need more than a few T3s later.
After dropping off Lilly, the limo headed for Miley's house.
"It is so good to be home," Miley sighed happily, as the limo pulled into the driveway.
"Well great," Robby nodded. "Now you can get your social studies homework done."
"But daaaddy!"
"But nothing, how would it sound if Hannah Montana had to miss the Teen Choice awards because her grades went down?"
Miley pouted. "You know I'm sure Britney never had to do this."
"Well good, cause I don't want you acting like that girl at all. Seeing Jackson bald was horrifying enough, now get in that house and study."
"Yes sir," Miley groaned, opening the car door and climbing out.
Her eyes widened when she stopped onto the pavement. Her house was no where in sight, neither was the beach. It looked as if she was downtown somewhere. Miley turned back into the limo, and nearly feel over in horror.
"Daddy?" Miley's voice cracked as she looked into the empty limo.
This could not be happening, whatever it was. Both her father and best friend were completely gone, and wherever she was it certainly didn't look like Malibu.
There could only be one explanation.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Miley said, glancing around. "Ashton, come on out. Very funny," she walked around to the front of them limo. "MY NAME IS HANNAH MONTANA AND I'VE BEEN PUNK'D!"
Only she got no response. Miley's stomach began to twist into a knot, and she slowly began backing towards the limo doors.
"Ashton, you can come out now," Miley said, starting to chew on her lip.
Instinctively her hand went to her wig, to make sure it was still in place. Turning around to get back into the limo, Miley found herself face to face with something very ugly. Miley's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. She was to scared to even scream.
"Oh, you're more than punk'd cutie," the vampire grabbed Miley by the throat and pulled her close to him.
"You're dead."
"ASHTON!" Miley screamed. "I'M PUNK'D OKAY, WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?!"
The vampire smirked down at her. "I want you to put up a fight," he stoked her cheek. "It is so much more thrilling when you put up a fight."